Page 9 of The Ruckup
And that moment seems to be now.
I’m so wound up, I can feel his breath against my skin. So desperate for his touch, I jump the second he makes contact, sucking in a sharp breath as the warm wetness of his tongue licks my clit.
Leo freezes, his big body going completely still as his eyes come to my face. “Too much?”
Is he genuinely asking for a critique? I’m not sure I’ve ever had a guy question his skills, or my response to them, but I think I might like it.
Not as much as I would like his tongue on me again, so it’s easy to shake my head and tell the truth. “No. I was just a little surprised.”
Leo makes a considering humming sound, like he’s not sure how to take my explanation. “That didn’t seem like a reaction to a good surprise.”
“I just—” I rub my lips together, not quite sure how to explain. “I’m just not used to…” My words trail off as I attempt to string a few together that might make sense to Leo. I can’t imagine he has a difficult time finding someone who wants to please him.
And admitting that not only did I marry someone who had no interest in pleasing me, but I stayed with him for years, makes me feel like an idiot. I know I’m an idiot, but I’d rather Leo didn’t.
“It’s just weird having you…” I wave in his general direction. “There.”
“Weird, huh?” Leo smirks. “Let’s see if I can change that to fantastic.” This time when he leans in, I’m a little more prepared. Instead of jumping and gasping, the sound that comes out of me is more of a whimper. Maybe even a bit of a moan.
His mouth is so warm. So wet. Each pass of his tongue against me is in exactly the right spot. Unerring in both location and technique.
I try so hard to be quiet. To keep the volume of the sounds coming out of me to a minimum. I’m pretty sure I fail, but hopefully the noise down the hall smothers out the worst of it.
Even though I started out a little jumpy and hesitant, Leo’s very skilled mouth soon has me working my hips against his face as one hand tangles in his thick blond waves. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed myself this way, and who knows how long it will be before it happens again, so I don’t want to take a second for granted.
When Leo slides a long finger into me, I know I’m done for. There’s no way I can hold out with how expertly he seems to know my body. Between the steady flick of his tongue againstmy clit and the pad of his finger stroking that elusive spot inside of me, my orgasm is impossible to avoid. It barrels down hard and fast, leaving me gasping for air as the world around me falls away.
For the first time in what feels like forever, my mind is quiet. Peaceful. I’m not worrying about the future or feeling guilty about my past.
I just feel… Good. Really freaking good.
I wish it could last forever.
But it won’t. I know that from experience.
4
Jizz Buildup Isn’t a Death Sentence
Leo
I DON’T WANT to take Maddie back out there. Not when I know I’ll have to keep my hands off her. Pretend I don’t know how she tastes or how pretty she is when she comes.
And especially not when I know my mother’s watching me like a hawk. I don’t want Maddie to question why I’m acting different when everyone’s around.
After righting her panties and dress, I push to my feet, hating how quickly we have to part ways. I wish I could spend a little more time alone with her. Find out why there’s a haunted look in her eyes. But the longer we stay back here, the more likely it is that someone will notice we’re both gone at the same time.
Reaching out, I gently pull Maddie to her feet. Looking down at her, I steal just a few more seconds to explain. “My mom told me to stay away from you. If she finds out I brought you back here, there’s going to be held to pay. So, when we’re out there, I’ve got to pretend like nothing happened between us in here.”
Maddie seems unexpectedly relieved. Her shoulders relax as she flashes me an easy smile. “I get it. It’s probably better if myparents don’t know either. Otherwise, they’ll lecture me for the next ten years.”
I want to ask why the fuck her parents think they can lecture a grown woman, but decide to put a pin in it.
I already know I haven’t had my fill of Maddie Miller. I want to see her again. Spend time together when we don’t have to worry about who’s around or what sort of judgment might be coming our way.
“I’m going to give you my number.” I’d like to ask for hers, but it’s easy to see Maddie has been through something, and no way am I going to put her on the spot like that. If she just wanted to blow off a little steam with me, so be it.
But I’d really fucking like it if she wants more out of this. Especially since she seems in need of someone on her side.
